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Was he
waiting for her to move to start flogging in earnest? He couldn’t get to her
back or
arse
but her thighs and arms were perfectly
available.
As was her
pussy.
Seemed
every third or fourth pass of the flogger reached across her pussy lips or
between them. He was intent on keeping her on the edge.
Right
on the edge.
Once or twice she called out their warning that she was
close to coming and he’d back off, keeping the flogger on her legs or arms, but
then he’d be back, pulling her need to a peak before leaving her there.
Damn him!
But it was all so wonderful.
Ellen gave
up thought, quit wondering where he’d touch next,
just
let her mind sink into the sensations and her body’s heightened sensitivity.
John was
bloody fantastic. She wanted to spend the rest of her life here, under the sky,
as he played her body. Much as she longed for a resounding climax, this was
equally stupendous. She was caught here, suspended in the edge of orgasm, lost
in her body and its needs and the attentions of the man she loved.
A gasp!
He’d slapped the fogger against the outside of her thigh. It hadn’t exactly
hurt, but the sudden change in tempo startled her. As the slow slaps continued
up and down and on top of her thighs, she slipped back into the rhythm and
sensations of her body.
Smiled to
herself
as her mind and consciousness fed off the
stimulation.
She was
lost in a wild swirl of sensation, pleasure and the wild joy of submission. She
let out a slow, long sigh as sweet ripples of pleasure glided over her skin
then she was gone—flying, shooting like a comet across the heavens, lights
swirled in the darkness, flashes of green and blue and yellow crossed her line
of vision. She smelled
roses,
violets, lavender, the
warmth and sweetness of a summer garden enveloped her as she shot through the
lights and kept going. Farther and deeper into the vision she went as her body
flooded to overflowing with sensation.
John saw
the change in her almost at once. He’d been watching intently. Hoping against
hope he could give her this. She was
limp,
a smile on
her face, and when the tresses of the flogger touched her clit, there was no
response.
Dear
heaven! She was flying.
Gingerly
he eased off the blindfold. She showed no response to the light. Sure proof she
was in submissive nirvana. Moving slowly and carefully, he gave more slack to
her restraints, unbuckled one ankle cuff then the other and gently released the
clamps from her taut nipples.
He wanted
to kiss her, hold her close, promise her the world and his heart, but best let
her fly whilst she could, she’d come back to him soon enough.
He loosed
her manacles and then grabbed a blanket from his supplies, climbed up beside
her and covered them both.
* * * * *
Ellen
realized the lights had faded. They didn’t exactly go out, just softened along
her line of vision until the darkness faded and soft light filled the horizon.
She was no longer moving, more like floating on warm water. The scents had
faded and she opened her eyes.
She was
lying beside John, a blanket covered them and her restraints and blindfold were
gone. She rolled on her side to look at him and he smiled.
“You came
back to me.”
“I never
really left.”
“Stay with
me, Ellen.”
“Of course.”
How could she ever leave him?
“I meant
it.
Forever.
Marry me.”
Talk about
choosing the moment. The very thing she’d wondered and pondered, and now it
came when her brain was on idle.
“Please.”
He was begging. “I need you so desperately. Marry me, live with me, whatever
you want, but say ‘yes’.”
“Just a minute.”
She
needed much longer to get her synapses firing properly but it did give her time
to catch her breath. Ellen propped herself up on one elbow. John sat up but he
didn’t say a word. “You’re proposing marriage?”
“That as the general idea.
How about it?”
She’d be
an insane fool to hesitate. “Yes please.”
Her next
words, he erased. Utterly, as he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close
and kissed her. It was a wild, joyous meeting of lips, tongues and mouths.
To say nothing of hearts and minds.
Ellen
wanted to lose herself in his kiss and soar in the joy of his touch, and pretty
much managed both.
His
erection brushing her thigh showed he was in the same boat.
He shifted
a little but she pulled him close. “Shouldn’t we celebrate with a fuck?”
“You’re
getting ahead of yourself, aren’t you? I thought you were my submissive.”
“I am but
I’m also your affianced wife and I need a good, hard, fast fuck.”
“Give me a
tick.”
“You can
have two if you like.”
He gave
her a friendly slap on her thigh before hopping off the table and reaching into
his backpack.
Moments
later he was back beside her, condom in place and a glint in his eyes.
She
grabbed him and pulled him down on her. The blanket fell off the side. So what?
All that mattered was John. She needed him in deep and fast.
Seemed he
sensed her need. He was between her thighs, lifting her legs over his
shoulders, and in seconds he was in her.
She let
out a yowl of almost animal excitement as his cock came in deep and hard.
Immediately he started pumping and her body responded, moving in sync with his
rhythm. Her need rose in a wild spate, she was crying out, shouting, yelling as
her body raced to the peak and she came, a great scream and a wild rush of
pleasure and satisfaction.
Took him a few moments longer, long enough to take her back
with a string of tiny climaxes before he finished and they both lay in a tangle
of limbs on the stone surface.
“Thank
you,” she said as she kissed his cheek and tasted the saltiness of his skin.
“That was incredible.”
She must
have dozed off. She came back to as John jostled her shoulder. He was already
dressed and had her clothes lying on the stone beside her “Better get yourself
covered up, Ellen. I want to get back to the cottage before dark.”
She was
still wobbly, so he helped and ended by lacing up her boots for her.
Hand in
hand they walked back down to the jetty.
“Let’s
spend our honeymoon here,” Ellen said.
“That’s
what I bought it for.
That and a thousand other times.”
“Only a thousand?”
“Out to
wear me out, woman?”
Ellen
chuckled. “Don’t think that’s likely! You know, that’s the first time I’ve been
fucked on a stone table.”
“Won’t be
the last,” he promised.
Dear
heaven, she hoped not.
Madeleine
Oh is an expatriate Brit, retired LD teacher and grandmother now living in Ohio
with her husband of thirty-five years. She has published erotic short fiction,
novels and novellas in the U.S., UK and Australia.
Madeleine
welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on
her
author bio page
at
www.ellorascave.com
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